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HER FLAME by Yvonne Brewer

Since childhood I have had a strong connection with
Naomh Bríd, St. Brigid…

Growing up in Ireland, I always
enjoyed St. Brigid's Day, February 1st in school when we brought reeds to
school and made St. Brigid's crosses. Even at a young age I questioned why St.
Patrick's Day in Ireland was celebrated more than St.Brigid's Day and always
felt that St.Brigid had to live on in the shadow of male saints such as
St.Patrick!

As a Celtic Triple Goddess She
rules Healing, Poetry and Smithcraft. In particular as a Healer, She watches
over childbirth and all creation. As a Goddess of Poetry She inspires and
protects ideas and also shares prophesies. She has been a special Guide to me
and She especially came to my awareness when I was pregnant and I have felt her
presence with me through all various creative journeys I have embarked on!

On Feb 1st I will honor Her by
lighting candles all day as She is associated with the element of fire and St
Brigid’s Flame burns eternally!

It is no surprise that last year
on February 1st 2015 I was inspired to write this poem in her honor:

St. Brigid

Her
Flame

( In
honour of Naomh Bríd: St Brigid)

by Yvonne Brewer

It
started out as a little spark,

You
hardly saw it, as you were

Hiding
in your dark,

But
you asked for my help

And
gave the little spark to me

And
now look what you hold so brightly!

Shining
for the world to see!

Oh,
I, Naomh Bríd ,

Find
the light, on the blackest of night,

I
guide your heart to hold on tight,

For
one more day,

To
know and to see,

Your
tiny seed will be

Growing
strong,

And
you belong

Where
words float and sail,

Where
music twists and turns,

Where
firesides crackle and sing,

"Look,
Creation has begun!"

Darkness
of winter will pass.

And
on Spring’s first day,

Your
heart will wear a new dress,

Your
soul will wear shiny new shoes,

And
you will dance and skip and jump,

And
reach the top of Brigid's Bright Light.

Oh
Blessed Healing Flame.

In
awe you watch it,

Burning,

Strong,

High,

Nurturing,

Believing,

Calling

Your

Name.

St. Brigid

Yvonne Brewer is a Mother to two boys, is
a Reiki Master and also enjoys writing meditations and poetry as a method of
healing and personal development. For as long as she can remember Yvonne has
written poems, stories, meditations and letters as a hobby, and uses creativity
as an important tool for relaxation and stress release. Her first e-book was
published in 2013 "Breathe and Bloom. Soul Mother Meditations". Since
2015 she has had several poems published on Women's Spiritual Poetry and in
"Where Journey's Meet". She lives in Cork, Ireland and can be
contacted via her facebook pagehere,or brewer_y@yahoo.ie

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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